Xemnas did not think. He did not care. He knew what he was going to do the moment he laid eyes on Demyx. There was not a doubt in his mind that the water wilder had betrayed them in some manner, either by feeding information to the blond man, the Keyblade wielder's friend, or by some other method.There were no chances, or words to be spoken. Demyx knew exactly what he was doing, he knew and sought after it, he was aware of what to do and not to do, and he had gone and done it nonetheless. Was he suppose to show mercy to such a thing? Was he expected to? He could not be fooled. The words, lies, and excuses he would say to explain himself were worthless, useless, and a waste of space. No, he was not going to bother hearing him out. There was no reason for him to. He was a traitor in some right. He had seen, or rather, sensed, Axel and Larxene, yet one thing has to be solved first, and then another. And he wanted to get to Demyx the most of all. The moment he reached them both, ignoring what he did to some person, as everyone was getting out of this establishment, and he could hear sirens in the distance, he made a portal appear behind them silently. He raised his arm, a blow of dark wind, strong enough to send things flying that were heavy, was thrown at the blond man, along with thick, black and white thorns with a touch of silver to make sure it was dutifully effective along with the lack of resistance, pushing him to the portal, and when he was gone through the dark corridors to his proper world, the portal quickly disappeared now that he got that out of the way. He did not need to deal with him. He was not the problem, and it would be a foolish act to harm him right now. It was to get Sora and the intruder out of their vicinity, and he sent Vexen a message by his Sorcerer to make sure to announce that their friend is back safe, and are able to go. No. He was not who he wanted to deal with. It was the person who brought him to the castle. His stone, cold face, turned to Demyx, orange eyes riddled with malice, and what some would call fury if he was truthfully feeling it. For a moment he just gazed at him with a set, dark expression, before questioning in a low, sharp, and almost ominous tone, "Do you have any idea what you've done? You impudent fool. Nothing you say will save you from this. I know what you did. Imbecile." As a black and silver swirl appeared under the member's feet, in the ground, white and dark thorns similar to those that tackled the blond shot up, wrapping around Demyx's body in a tight grip, around arms, legs, waist, torso, and even neck. An he made certain it was tight enough for him to know what he had gotten his own self into, as he was suddenly pulled into the unknown void of space. Demyx was sent to one of the rooms in the castle, where they will be having their private "meeting", as he could hear what seems to be this humans' defense appear with guns, and shouts for him to freeze, while he merely portal out as the darkness covered him, disappearing before any bullet passed by him. It didn't take long to materialize at his destination. And to give some well thorough punishment. Because it was only starting. "You have fire, so you're fine. And I'm alright as well. The cold air does not bother me. I'm just going to get this money out of my hands, unless you still want to stay, because I've been searching for a good, non-sleazy hotel the whole time I've been here," Larxene blankly stated with a assertive look, one eyebrow raised, staying where she was without making so much movement, gazing at him from her stance. She reminded herself, in the back of her fuzzed mind, for her eyes not to look at anything else of him that she might think about in any sort of way. So she just kept her sight glued on to his face, which was just as much as a prize no matter what she did, considering the nice features. And his lips. She shook her head at that, as she subconsciously padded a side of her waist. She had to keep her focus. This was Axel, after all, the man who practically planned her downfall, to some extent. He knew that she was going to be rid of, she could surmise. Whatever the case that went on the guy's head back then, she didn't care. The damage was done. And she was being too foolish of letting her guard down so easily as if she had suddenly forgiven him and they were on buddy buddy terms now so fast. Nobody who betrayed her got any special treatment except a flip of the finger, so she didn't know why he should. She was going to be distant from now on. Feeling something bothering her on the waist again, mostly on her back...actually, she would say it was a bit over butt, around her hip, she rubbed the spot with her hand, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Thinking that would do it, she halted her actions as she waited for Axel's answer, yet, she still felt that....pressure, and it was starting to seriously irritate her. It was like that type of feeling in your skin you got when a bug, the person being unaware, has landed somewhere in your body until it either goes away itself, or you notice it, and freak out. Or a guy would swat it. This was the case in this moment, and she began to wonder if she did have some insect stuck to her. Very small. And this coat was tight on her and fitted perfectly enough to note it. Searching at her torso with a frown, she didn't see anything, but it was possibly because of the dark night, and so she made sure to get whatever annoyance it was to leave. This time, she massaged and even scratched her side much harsher than before, and only froze when she heard a slight, tinkling sound fall to the ground, in the cobbled stone path they were standing in. And her aquatic eyes narrowed dangerously. She bended down immediately to look for the object with a glare near where she heard the sound come from, and it was hard to search with the lack of light and the fact of its size. Snapping her fingers in a hurried and tensed motion, a sort of electricity sparked enough to let out a white blue flash, and her eyes caught the shadow right off. Picking a black item that barely reached the span of her fingertip, she simply short-circuited the little crap, and killed it, dropping the dead thing carelessly on the earth again, and stomping her heel roughly as she heard it break. Highly agitated right now, and a little too much aggravation, she turned her target vision to be Axel as well, and without thinking twice, she rounded up on him as she walked, her voice cold and stagnant, "It seems we've been bugged. One guess on who it was." Reaching him, cursing Demyx in her mind for bringing a enemy even close, and attempting her best not to get distracted at what she was going to do, she let out a huffed breath. She was already feeling her stomach clench at the fact that she closely placed, though still hovering, her hands on his body, starting from his hips. There was a pause to actually take in what she was really about to perform. Larxene held back the heat that flowed to her cheeks, knowing she had to see if Axel got anything on him as well without wasting any more time, and she let her palms let out a bit of static to let her locate anything powered, or electrical that would call attention, hoping that the place where it was put, if it was there, wasn't where hers was. She began to trace them up and down, to his chest, and to his back, her getting a bit uncomfortable as she dragged herself closer to him, checking some suitable places where she would think Cloud, a man, would put it on another man. Cause if it was somewhere else she rather not find...closing her eyes as to not get enticed at what she was seeing and feeling, she worked quickly to get this over with, and it wasn't long until she got close to his...thighs, outside in the cloak, that she got a response. She didn't hesitate to rip it from the cloth, and electrocute it dead, straightening up, and snatching back her hands to get off touching Axel's figure as her eyes reopened, a bit flustered. Her body was alarmed, and hot, and she was thankful that the process was finished as her breathing had started to get uneven the more she kept...exploring. Simply swirling around, she moved her arm back as if in a swing, and sharply with a strong heave that was built with her wrath, she chucked the tracking device into a brick wall, hearing it shatter. She gave a nasty, disgusted look. "This...is the type of shit that pisses me the hell off. Now I don't give a damn whether that Cloud's head goes on a silver platter and sliced off by Xemnas's laser. He's obviously plotting against us."
OOC: We'll just say that your Xigbar is at the meeting. And all unactive members. For me, not much to say really. Larxene muttered in her sleep, giving a small yawn, somewhat disrupted at the bumps, and yells, and the crashing that was happening close by, but she was too deep into unconsciousness by this point to truly wake up, and simply raised her knees up as she turned to her side, her body less painful, and not giving her much aches as before now that it was getting its rest, so it did not bother her as she let out a sigh, and laid still in her slumber. Xemnas glanced over at the room, noticing that all of them were present, except two particular ones that were missing. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he decided to give them a few, short minutes wait before acting or saying anything. If they do not come by then, he would go on with the meeting. And will talk to them personally and privately afterward as to why they disobeyed. He was not that patient, however, and just the fact that they were late made him settle his vision on their seats darkly. OOC: *shrug*
OOC: I'll get to replying tomorrow :3. Been busy.
I've been having to do a lot of things lately >.>. And yeah, yeah. I'll get to the rest of my replies today. Just be sure to take in that for the...
We have to sign up. It's mandatory for grading T-T. I don't think Naminé can see Sora's memories, if not, just has memories of him. And if Sora...
But you see, I have to use the readings from the book we are given [the text book, basically]. There's something about politics, but also about...
ROFL! xDDD To be honest, that girl creeped me out more than the smilie :P. And alright, then, because I wasn't sure what you were exactly...
Lol xD. Well, it's going to get there. I'm going to be incredibly busy preparing this week to lead a group discussion for next week. Two texts...
Yes, indeed. And now I have to reply to certain things, especially the spar. I don't need to reply to PM xD, simply because I didn't do anything....
Well, I wouldn't really rant. Not by this point ^^. Honestly, it's whatever.
You can post in The Pirates thread now =3. You didn't miss anything if you've seen the movie, so no need for details xD. I think you can talk and...
The smile she had on had tightened, and frowned, not expecting him to reject the idea. Again. All the time. And she couldn't help but feel a slight ache in her chest, something she tried hard not to show as she lowered her head down, the hands behind her back grasping harder as she tried to let it go away. At the same time, she was sort of annoyed as well. What could she ever do...? Why did he insist on this? Keep impressions, and this respect when they knew each other more than on last name terms? It was impossible to convince. And it hurt, a little, but she was more disappointed if anything. Seeing the reaction, and the tension in the air suddenly, feeling slightly awkward, and trying to solve the situation, he went to pick up the sword case, trying to sooth his daughter, "Well, you got to at least give it to the young man to keep his priorities. But, we really have to leave, dear. We cannot be late for the ceremony, after all. Norrington should be wanting this." He stepped back, giving Naminé a stare, as a few people began to clamber about, and he began to follow their movements. Naminé knew what her father was saying. And she decided not to waste her time anymore. Looking back up at Roxas, this time, shyness, nervousness, anything meek and weak gone as she usually would be when she was with him, had turned a bit distant, and she gave him a stern, calculated gaze intently, right into his deep cerulean eyes. Her voice sounded clipped as she spoke her goodbye shortly. "Good day, Mr. Strife." With a last glance, and not another word, she twirled around, and left him, following her father through the hall, and out the door, rubbing her eyes as she sighed. She could feel him behind her, nevertheless. She quickly walked off, not caring about the fact that she could hardly breath as it were, and kept going down the short, cobblestone path to the carriage waiting for her. Someone was near it to help her, and the man bowed, and opened the door, extending his hand for her to use it. Grabbing it, she propelled herself forward with the aid, and slid herself inside, bringing the trails of her dress in as well. She closed her eyes for a moment, only to reopen them, her expression showing how upset she was. In the corner of her eye, she could see Roxas at the entrance to her home, and she stared at him, as then the cart had started driving away. She then looked nothing, but forward. Was...what were they? Was this how it was always going to be?
"Roxas, how many times times do I have to ask you to call me Naminé?" she responded to him softly, raising her eyebrows a little, and giving him a look with a knowing smile on her face. She clasped her hands behind her back, still a bit nervous, but she had to consider that this was still her best friend, that she had known since forever. And how he makes her heart beat a thousand times a second. Which is why she disliked, and sometimes hated, how he kept up with surnames only for respect. They grew up together. Seen each other for years. It would be understandable that they were in first name terms by this point, right? How could anyone say anything? She asked him herself to call her by it. It sometimes made her feel like...she wasn't appreciated. Or....that he really just saw her as nothing else, but a childhood friends. Patiently, he waited for his reply, her father kind of standing off to the side at their conversation.
"Very impressive," he muttered, taking the blade from him in a graceful swing himself, and placing it back in its scabbard, tight and ready to be given to Marluxia. He had noticed that Roxas had a very...versatile, and incredible way of handling a sword, yet, he wasn't sure what that can prove when it came to actual fighting. Perhaps he had self-taught himself. Whatever the case, he was more than pleased as he stared down at the weapon, only to then hand it back to Roxas, stating, "Commodore Norrington will be extremely amazed and satisfied with what you've presented. My regards to your master. Good workmanship." The turmoil was finally over, though, as she began to travel down the hall with her double coated dress. She had some quiet conversations to Xion and Kairi for a while before they finally left, just so she wouldn't be late, and they wished her good luck. The outfit was mostly the same as her others, with its sleeves to her elbows, and long white frills that flowed in the soft breeze as she moved, except it had white and cream blended. The bottom part was puffed, beautifully long, and had two parts: one white skirt under, and the other skirt connected to her full cream dress split apart in the middle to show the white. The tight bodice was suffocating, that hadn't changed, and she had trouble coordinating her breathing cycle. She also, while she enjoyed the way her hair was placed and curled, did not like this...tiny, and flat white hat that had to be worn. It made her feel like she had a umbrella above her. But she could not complain. She was going to wear it, impress and make proud her father, and look pretty. That's what she was suppose to do. And she really didn't want to disappoint. It was hard walking, nevertheless, and she had to practice a bit, back and forth, as well as attempting to find a way for her lungs to get air, to appear and pull off as if nothing was wrong. As they were waiting for her, she didn't take keep that exercise for too long, and continued on her way not much later, nearing the stairs as she came to the high landing, and started to hold unto the banister. She was concentrating on not falling, taking it step by step, being graceful, and regal, as was of a lady. As she went on her way, she looked over to see where her father was, only to have her heart jumped in her ribs when she spotted a handsome, young, spiky blond hair boy, and her mouth gaped in happiness to see his face, not expecting him to be the "guest". In fact, she was so surprised, that she remained in silent befuddlement, until her dad had spotted her first, and returned a grin, his eyes glinting as if he had seen something incredibly amazing. "You look absolutely beautiful..." She nodded at him with a thankful smile, really glad to see that he was so enthralled, but her vision settled on particularly someone else, and this time, words were able to leave her mouth as their eyes connected, a smile breaking into her face as she went to step down more quickly than she anticipated, "Roxas! Finally, I get to see you..." She reached the main ground, and flowed and walked to her friend...automatically, though when she got near, and nearer, she stared down, a bit shy as she tried hard not to blush with his presence so...close by. He always managed to do that to her. Locking her hands together, playing her fingers to sooth her, she eyed him warily, saying, yet she sounded really meek and distant, "It's quite funny...I just had a dream about you. Remember? From the first time we met..." Her voice lowered at the reminder, pondering why of all times, it happened to be dreamt about now...odd.
Yep. Got Larxene to get another Nobody in your ranks since she had nothing to do, so might as well :P. And that's true. It's hard enough for me...
Well, supposedly, TokyoPop was to bring them over, but it keeps getting delayed because they are having problems within their company. So, for...
Thanks! Indeed it is very bad for Larxene to have a Death Note in hand. Which is why I posted a avie with her doing so >3. Makes you wonder...
It's fine, take your time. From the time you posted this, replace the 12 with three, and you got my time ^^;. I have a bad sleeping schedule.
Larxene had stepped back into the world they had left, though not in the same place. She was not going to go back into that party, drinking, and with drunks. Especially the fact that this was the 1800s. Now, she was on a deserted street, still night time, though she could guess it would be early morning by now. She could tell by the cool air. It had really gone down in temperature from the last time she was here. But, she was somehow glad she got out of that modern club before Xemnas was about to stir things up. A part of her wanted to stay, and entertain herself and watch the little show, and just laugh, and laugh at the destruction and people scurrying around like chickens, but she knew better. Staying clear of Xemnas was the better option, especially if he looked like he was about to kill and didn't appear very pleased. It was such a spoil for the night. It was almost hard to believe that she had gotten upset over the fact that she wanted her and Axel to be...she couldn't even think of that word. Alone. There. Her mind took her back when Axel got closed at that, and whispered in her ear, lips near, and a shudder shot up her spine. Maybe it's the fact that it's been awhile since anyone had been able to affect her this way, or maybe her body had been excluded from it long ago. She just didn't understand this attraction she had for him, something she shouldn't really have. It was like this love, using the term loosely, and hate thing that she went between and about. She sighed, shaking her head as she deadly glared at nothing in particular. But, that was that. She was out of there, and if anything, she had a good excuse if Xemnas confronted her about it. She really didn't want to be involved with that Cloud problem. And she wondered if Demyx actually realized what he was doing. He probably did. Whatever the case, it was left behind her. Or so she thought. The portal had not closed, and she knew that someone was behind her and had followed. And she could only guess who. Larxene really did not want to be close to him at the moment. At least, until she got her head on straight and not think other small thoughts when she looked at him. Perhaps it really was the alcohol, that was...letting her feel this loose, and making her...be wanting Axel, of all people. The full effect of the intoxication had not yet fully grown, yet, she did start to feel a bit sick, and her dizziness was becoming frequent. Hoisting up her bag, she contemplated, wondering if she should stay and wait for him or keep going. She knew he would trail after her considering he was assigned to bring her back. So the decision was to not waste time trying to get away, and just...wait. Damn, she hated being tied down to behave like this. I suppose, she thought sarcastically, it at least fulfilled her wish of them being alone.
"Perfect," Ansem had muttered quite gracefully with a pleased smile at the case, presented to him. And with a flicker of his hands, he opened it, the hinges resonating high pitched sounds as he marveled at the masterpiece within. Taking it gently on both his hands as he unhooked the knobs, he held it before him, switching it to grasp in one hand now. It didn't take long to unsheathed it from its scabbard as it slid off, the blade appearing with a sharp glint of light as he studied it intently, checking the smooth surface, and the pointy, sharp end... and of course, it's gold handle. With a second glance over, he focused then on the blond young man. Impressive. "Quite marvelous, if I say so myself..."
